The Beginning
Among all of the ice and snow
was a home in the darkness with an enticing glow
Suburbia, back when life was moving nice and slow
unlike the winds, who didn’t think twice to blow
Parents from the motherland, the East side
but as father time aged it seemed that peace died
It was the new couple’s turn to decide
where to start a family; when to start a family;
Italy, causing half havoc happily
At the time, blind to the fact
that their mind was designed and assigned to distract
us
from the truth, but eventually they find and react
simply by carrying ourselves above the distracted
to an area whiter than a dove, and what that did
was start a family; forever in love with the fat kid
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